67 about it, because, he said, he never was a man to open his mouth about something he couldn't back up. It was a gross of knives, bought from the Dewey Jobbing Company in Nashville, and the stock number of the knives was M-i20073. This was how he remembered it so good. The defendant had asked to look at some butcher knives, but he said he didn't like any of the knives he saw and did Mr. Little have any other kind. The defendant said he didn't want any of those tin knives, which, Mr. Little said, was just a way of talking because all the knives were good grade and most were A-number-i grade steel. They were all good merchan- dise. What the defendant said he wanted was a good heavy knife without too long a blade nor too curved, something his wife could use round the kitchen and he could use when hog-killing time came in. When Mr. Little said "hog-killing time," somebody snickered in the courtroom and the judge rapped with his gavel. " When hog-killing time came in," Mr. Little repeated with an air of impersonal dignity, and proceeded. The new knives would be just what the defendant wanted, he had told the defendant. Then he went back and opened up the new box and got one out. It would do all right, the defen- dant said. He took it and paid for it and said, "Much obliged," and went on out. " Could you identify the type of knife which you sold to the defendant?" the prosecuting attorney asked Mr. Little. Mr. Little said that he would be able to do so. The blade was shorter than ordinary, he said, and a little thicker on the blunt edge, and the brass brads in the handle weren't round, they were square, and they weren't set in a straight line. And the trade-mark was on the blade up near the handle. It read " Maiden Steel." The prosecuting attorney unwrapped a newspaper-covered parcel and held up a knife. "Was it a knife tike this?" he demanded. 'Mr. Little examined the knife, and said that it was the same kind.